LUA CHEIA, UM RIO CORRENDO

It is no night to drown in:
A full moon, river lapsing
Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,

The blue water-mists dropping
Scrim after scrim like fishnets
Though fishermen are sleeping,

The massive castle turrets
Doubling themselves in a glass
All stilness. (...)

Sylvia Plath, Lorelei (excerto inicial do Poema).